"Well…"

Dean sighs, shutting the diary he'd snatched from the vic's house.

"Looks like Angela's boyfriend was a cheater cheater pumpkin eater y'know what I mean?"

He cracks a smirk, giving you a wink.

"What makes you say that?"

Sam huffs, reaching for the diary himself which Dean easily passes to his brother.

"Says her boyfriend was bangin' her roommate. Then Angela was dead the next day. Now the boyfriend too."

Dean says, giving you his wrist so you could play with his bracelets. He would never tell you, but he freakin' loved the feeling of your soft fingers on him.

"So? Doesn't mean it's supernatural. She got in a wreck Dean. The boyfriend did himself in. It's not normal but…I just don't get why you think Neil raised Angela from the dead. What the hell do you think his motive would be?"

Dean scoffs, his thumb brushing absentmindedly at your knuckle.

"It takes two to…y'know…have hardcore sèx."

Dean chuckles, tapping your ankle with his boot under the table.

"Oh, c'mon."

Sam rolls his eyes.

"You two can get your own motel room or learn to stop the PDA."

Dean grins, leaning over to kiss all over your face just to piss Sam off.

"And you can learn to not be so jealous of our deep and beautiful love, Sammy."